Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Peru and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fugazi,
Anakelly,
Easy Going,
The Last Poets,
Joey Negro,
Marc Almond,
Harry Pussy,
Prince Buster,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
Wasted Youth,
cv313,
Fad Gadget,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doors,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Faust,
The Searchers,
Steve Hackett,
Brand Nubian,
JFA,
Skaos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
L. Decosne,
Sixth Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Tim Buckley,
Negative Approach,
CMW,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Idris Muhammad,
Radiohead,
Can,
the Germs,
Althea and Donna,
Sound Behaviour,
Arab on Radar,
Symarip,
Alison Limerick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boredoms,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joensuu 1685,
U.S. Maple,
Cybotron,
Blake Baxter,
Unwound,
The Moody Blues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q65,
Morten Harket,
H. Thieme,
Sandy B,
Scratch Acid,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.